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Brush It Away
The web in the corner of the garden is torn. It was the wind and the elements, and the squirming of insects attempting to escape. I wait, watching for the spider’s return, but it doesn’t. I take my rake and brush it away.
Offbeatjim Wittenberg
Dec 11 2009
Verging (nicely, I think) on haiku.
Dec 12 2009
Greatings, Not sure that this is true:), but thanks for a post.
Have a nice day
Ilias
Dec 15 2009
Lovely, sad piece of writing.